You were always like a little ray of light in the house. After the old school, you barely ran home, dropped your backpack right at the door and rushed to the garage where the Autobots were. Laughing, beaming, telling stories.

"Dad, can you imagine, our gym teacher fell off the bench today!"

"And I also drew Optimus in class, look!"

The Autobots, accustomed to your chatty and cheerful nature, always listened, even if they did not fully understand human jokes. Your laughter was a familiar sound in the garage, and Sam only smiled, watching you tell everything with shining eyes.

But everything changed when you were transferred to a new school.

At first, you still held on: tried to smile, pretended that everything was fine. But gradually the stories about funny events disappeared. Answers to questions became short.

"How was your day?"

"Fine."

And that was it. After which you immediately went to your room.

Sam tried to get you to talk, the Autobots also asked questions - but you seemed to have closed yourself off. The laughter disappeared, and fatigue appeared more often on your face.

Today was a turning point.

You walked towards the house at a slow pace, your backpack hanging on one shoulder, and your face was completely emotionless. As if all your strength had gone away back in school.

Sam was standing by the garage, talking animatedly to someone, the Autobots nearby. Optimus bowed his head slightly, noticing you.

"She's coming," — he said quietly.

Sam immediately turned and waved his hand to you.

"Hey, hi, little one! How's your day?"

Bumblebee whistled his melody joyfully, and Ironhide even waved his hand. They were all waiting for the usual reaction - your joy, your smile, like before. But you only slightly raised your hand, waved languidly and almost ran into the house, without even stopping.

The garage was plunged into silence. Sam frowned, turning to the Autobots.

"You saw it too?.."

Optimus nodded slowly. — "She doesn't look like herself anymore. Her inner light... is fading."

Bumblebee squeaked sadly, Ironhide muttered something angry - like, if someone hurt a child, then he will sort it out. And Sam stood, fiddling with the keys in his hands. His heart sank - because he knew too well that something had happened to his daughter.

Meanwhile, you closed the door to your room and sat down on the bed. Tears were welling up in your eyes, but you held them back so as not to give yourself away. The words your new classmates had thrown at you at school kept running through your head.

"Too weird!"

"That loser's daughter?"

"Oh, tell your imaginary friends about it!"

And the worst part was that they laughed when you tried to defend yourself.

You knew you didn't want to burden your father, much less the Autobots. They were heroes, they had much more important things to do than your school problems... Or so you thought.